Friday, 30 September 2016

This is really a daunting task to put forward advisory
steps for keeping one’s heart young and healthy and beating rhythmically on the
occasion of the World Heart Day. I feel any medical specialist in this area
will do this job in a much better and effective way than an indolent food savvy
human being like me.Do this, don’t do
that; eat fatless food; reduce non vegetarian diet; be on a disciplined diet
without oils and sugar; take some regular exercise; at least go for a brisk
morning walk; stay active and reduce weight. These are some of the regular advice
I often receive from my doctors whenever I visit them. And I am more than sure
that everyone particularly those above forty must have listened to such advice
not only from doctors but from friends, family members, peers, and children as
well. To advise others is probably the easiest task to do and no wonder free
fund advisers galore in our society. But how many of us actually practice what
we advise others to practice? This is a billion dollar question and I am afraid
no one reading this post will like to candidly answer it.

Well,
that is not my focus. What I intend to confess is that I am the least qualified
person to advise you. I am going to delineate here what I actually do to keep
my cholesterol level under control and to allow my heartbeats to remain normal.
Out of the three points under discussion namely, staying active, eating better
and being happy I vote for the third point i.e. being happy. Well, I feel to
stay active and to eat better it is absolutely necessary to be happy. It has
been proved beyond doubt now that life style diseases like, heart attack,
diabetes, high blood pressure etc are caused because of excessive mental
tension. And in today’s fast moving world work and social environments provide
enough dose of tension to any individual to cause these diseases. The real
panacea to this situation is to keep oneself happy and contented. I have no
hesitation to admit that I have been able to keep myself really happy amidst
the trials and tribulations of life. At fifty four my cholesterol level is
quite low and my heart is beating smoothly. Of course I am taking a little
tablet daily on the insistence of my doctor and my family. They feel that at my
age it is better not to be over confident and I respect their view. I am a great
lover of tasty food and I eat just anything and everything. To control my food
habit and living on a bland diet is like death to me. I would prefer to die of
heart attack rather than to starve myself to death bit by bit. As far as
staying active is concerned I do some walking whenever I get some time and
opportunity apart from doing a bit of yogic exercises and pranayams. But
I make it a point to see that I am happy every moment of my waking like.

To
achieve this I have separated my work life and personal life. The management
experts term it as “work life balance”. When I reach my work place I forget my
home and family and indulge in my work passionately. When I leave the work
place I leave the work tension behind there itself and never carry it to my
home to ruin my personal life. Similarly, I never take my domestic problems to
work. In addition to this I take life quite easy. I am more than convinced that
I am a mortal and I will die any moment. So I enjoy every moment of my life and
try to make people around me happy. This takes away all the tension from my
life. I am grateful that God has given me enough to enjoy my life. I know I
will not take anything with me from this world. I came empty handed and when I
finally go from this world I will go empty handed. Then why should I try to
amass wealth more than I need and in the process invite unnecessary tension?
This conviction alone is enough to give me a tension free life style and my
heart is beating and will continue to beat rhythmically. Happiness is the key
to a good functional heart. At least I am convinced about it. And it does not
matter to me whether anybody subscribes to this idea or not.

My Verdict: Be happy and stay
tension free. Change your attitude towards life. Enjoy every moment as if that’s
your last moment on this earth. Believe me Life will be hale and hearty. “I am
joining the Saffolalife #ChhoteKadam initiative
in association with BlogAdda
and follow these small steps for a healthy heart.”

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

She was lying motionless in the ICU with several sophisticated
machines connected to various parts of her slender body and flashing and
beeping continuously. Several doctors and nurses surrounded her like
vultures clustering around a dead carcass. They were discussing
something very seriously using medical terms which were like Greek and
Latin to me. I had almost lost my consciousness. My brain had become
function-less. Several thoughts and counter thoughts about my daughter's
well-being cluttered in my mind. One of the doctors came near me and
dragged me to a corner of the ICU, "We are sorry Mr Sahoo, but the
condition of your child is precarious. Her BP has gone down sharply. We
are putting our best efforts to revive her but nothing can be said now."
I was dumbfounded and words simply refused to come out of my mouth. A
never ending uncontrolled stream of tears rolled down my cheeks only to
get lost in my thick beards below. With great difficulty I just
asked,"Doctor, Can I do anything to save my Child?" The empathetic
doctor took my hands in his and told me with firmness, "Mr Sahoo, Just
be patient. Whatever is humanly possible we are doing. Rest assured we
will leave no stone unturned to save your child. You just pray. She
needs God's blessings more than human effort."

Yes this
was the tale of the time when my 14 year old little angel was diagnosed
with Leukemia and was being treated with chemotherapy in Christian
Medical College Hospital, Vellore. We had to shift our residence to
Vellore for about a year till her chemotherapy regime was over. It is
during that period that I came to learn about the mental resoluteness of
my child who simply refused to accept the cold embrace of death and
fought back to life. "Cancer is a mental battle", one of the treating
doctors confided in me one day,"We are really surprised to see the
positivity in her. We can say with confidence that she is very likely
win over the disease."

Her positive attitude was
immensely demonstrated from the way she accepted the inevitable pain
resulting from the chemotherapy protocol.Whenever the pain reduced a little she was all in smiles. Although she was too week to even stand up without support still she indulged in playing games and doing small activities like reading writing and preparing tea etc. She never gave us an inkling to imagine that she was tired or fed up with the treatment. (I can assure you, the treatment of her disease was much more painful than the disease itself). Her 'never say die' attitude was something special and that helped her in combating the dreaded cancer. Over the period of her treatment she taught me how to look positively towards life and how to be happy in the most apathetic situations. "Live one day at a time" was the mantra she gave all of us.. I feel even today that I spent the most quality time with my
daughter in particular and my family in general during that stay in Vellore.
And all credit goes to my brave princess who emphatically taught me the value
of the present moment.

Four years later my son, a mass-com student by then, prepared a documentary film on her highlighting this positive attitude. Combating cancer is more a mind game than medical treatment. You win if you have the right attitude towards life. Readers of this blog post may have a taste of it here.

I have shared my life's most tragic but best moments with my beloved daughter in this blog post. You may also like to “Share your #MemoriesForLife like I’ve done at BlogAdda for HDFC Life.”

Thursday, 3 March 2016

When I was a primary school student my grandparents used to pamper me a lot compared to my younger sister. They used to project me as a hakim (Officer) and never encouraged my sister to go to school. In their opinion there was no point in educating a girl as ultimately she would have to do household chores only after marriage. Girls going out like boys to study and work to earn money was something they could not even think of in their dreams. If by chance I took up the broom to sweep the place of my study my grandparents would scold me and ask my sister to do the sweeping instead. Because of my love for my sister I never liked this but I did not have the guts to oppose. This was the culture of my family in which I grew up.

As time passed my sister, then barely 10 years old, started helping my mother in her work which involved cooking, cleaning, laundry and all other petty jobs. I was never allowed even by my mother to do anything. My only job was to eat my fill and study and play. At times I was feeling pity for my sister but there was no way I could have helped her out. Not only in our house but I had seen the women in our neighbourhood also working from morning to night while men folk in every household relaxed after coming back from the fields. My mother used to work even when she was ill. What would you term this? Was it not exploitation of women in their own family??

I had to do my own work including washing my clothes when I went stay in my college hostel. There was no mother or sister to do the laundry for me. And my financial condition did not allow me the luxury of engaging a dhobi (washer-man). Pressing circumstances compelled me to learn some manageable cooking after I joined my service in a remote rural area. Gradually I loved doing my own work. And I just wondered why my parents and grand parents did not allow me to do any household work at home.

Life took yet another U turn after my marriage. My wife though quite educated was an adept in taking care of the household. She cooked good food and did not allow me to do anything while at home. Perhaps she was trained well at home by her mother and grand mother for this. Initially I did not feel well but gradually I got used to her extreme care. The result was obvious. When my children grew up they saw their mother toiling hard from dawn to dusk while their father relaxed after coming back from office. The legacy had been carried forward.

But my wife never pampered her son more than the daughter and I joined hands with her in this activity. Both my son and daughter were treated equally. Both went to the same school, played at leisure and relaxed at home. Both did small jobs like washing their own utensils and packing their own school bags. My daughter was never asked to learn cooking. And my son was never given a chance to feel that he was superior to his sister. There was no discrimination whatsoever in their upbringing.

Now they are grown up and stay in their respective hostels. When they come home both of them help their mother in the kitchen and in doing the laundry. They openly criticise me for not extending a helping had to their mother after coming back from office. And the fact is now I have started learning from them and have taken up the charge of the washing machine at home. I have also started developing my culinary skills once again. I think my wife has successfully broken the chain of the myth that women should do all household chores. My children in general and my daughter in particular stands testimony to this fact. Traditional gender roles have taken a back seat in my family and I am proud of this. The entire credit goes to my better half and I am sure the foundation stone of a new beginning has been laid by her. My children will definitely build a strong edifice on it. Change is in the offing.

PS:“I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.”

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

When I look back to my golden old childhood days I
simply wonder how simple and trouble free those days were. I was in my village
and every morning after waking up I used to take a little cow dung ash and a
slim freshly extracted stick from the neem tree to brush my teeth. One end of
the stick was required to be chewed first to soften it to be used as the brush. Once the brushing is over the
stick was torn from the middle into two longitudinal pieces and both the pieces
were used to clean the tongue. The entire ritual never stretched beyond two to
three minutes. The practice of brushing the teeth after every meal was never
heard of. But in spite of so little dental care none of the village people ever
suffered from any sort of dental problems.

After growing up a little I was introduced to burnt
charcoal along with ash to brush my teeth. I am sure the present day generation
will never believe it but my teeth were sparkling white at that time. When I
shifted to the town for my studies I was given a small bottle made of tin
containing some white powder to brush my teeth with. The peppermint taste of
this powder was really amazing and I liked it very much. Then my father gave me
a plastic stick with some white plastic bristles at one end and called it a
tooth brush. I was asked to wash the brush properly after using it and preserve
it for use every day. It was quite contrasting to what I was used to do with
the neem stick brush in the village. It used to be discarded after every
single use. The idea of using the same brush again and again somehow did not
appeal to me. But I got used to it. This is how I was introduced to Colgate
tooth brush and tooth powder. Since those days in the 1970s I have been using
Colgate in some form or other.

Colgate has come up with innumerable types of tooth
pastes and tooth brushes since then. The latest being the Colgate 360° Charcoal
Gold tooth brush. The stunning Golden look of this latest dental weapon from Colgate’s armory is really a master piece. I
tried brushing with this weapon this morning and the feeling of freshness is
awesome. I wish had this been invented during my childhood days I would have
felt like an emperor having possessed it. This tooth brush is worth its price
and is targeted at the middle class Indian urban population. I wish my age-old
companion brand great success in marketing it.

P.S.
This post has been specifically written for Colgate 360 Charcoal Gold toothbrush and Colgate's wake up to a gold
morning campaign. #Colgate360GoldMornings